I should be folding laundry, but instead....
I have 223 posts on my blog. I have only published 92 to the public.
I was wasting time re-reading some of my old unpublished posts. Re-reading stuff like that is like looking in the mirror while your drunk. You feel kinda silly and all you can do is chuckle.
I discovered a few things:
*My blogs are very boring.
*Blogging is seriously self-centered. Why do I think anyone actually cares to read about every detail of my life (or the details I actually share)? Who really sits around and thinks about themselves and writes about themselves everyday. Well me, obviously. But...eww. I'm not sure I like the way that sounds.
*Some of my stuff really makes no sense.
*The most interesting and personal things I write, I don't actually post.
*I clean house...a lot. And blog about it....a lot.
*I have conversations with people who may or may not be reading.... (Does that make me schizophrenic or narcissistic or something?)
*I use a lot of (..................................) in my writing and I am not sure why. Dramatic pause perhaps?
*I need to get a hobby....
But I will continue to blog anyway. Why? Because I really enjoyriding writing (did I seriously write riding instead of writing, apparently I need to work on my grammar/spelling/ overall competency). That is another thing I noticed. The number of errors I have been making in my writing. It is such an amazing outlet for myself. I could write, just for myself. But that is boring to me. I like the idea that people actually read what I write (seriously, does that mean I'm narcissistic or what?)
So with these discoveries...I decided to do something about them. Try to make my blog...less boring. Actually post what I write. Not only post about myself and my seriously pathetically boring days (not so much to me, because I happen to enjoy the whole parenting/ homemaker gig; but I am sure no one cares to read about how often I fold laundry.) And to find a hobby. Or read a book. Or something.....
That's all....
I have 223 posts on my blog. I have only published 92 to the public.
I was wasting time re-reading some of my old unpublished posts. Re-reading stuff like that is like looking in the mirror while your drunk. You feel kinda silly and all you can do is chuckle.
I discovered a few things:
*My blogs are very boring.
*Blogging is seriously self-centered. Why do I think anyone actually cares to read about every detail of my life (or the details I actually share)? Who really sits around and thinks about themselves and writes about themselves everyday. Well me, obviously. But...eww. I'm not sure I like the way that sounds.
*Some of my stuff really makes no sense.
*The most interesting and personal things I write, I don't actually post.
*I clean house...a lot. And blog about it....a lot.
*I have conversations with people who may or may not be reading.... (Does that make me schizophrenic or narcissistic or something?)
*I use a lot of (..................................) in my writing and I am not sure why. Dramatic pause perhaps?
*I need to get a hobby....
But I will continue to blog anyway. Why? Because I really enjoy
So with these discoveries...I decided to do something about them. Try to make my blog...less boring. Actually post what I write. Not only post about myself and my seriously pathetically boring days (not so much to me, because I happen to enjoy the whole parenting/ homemaker gig; but I am sure no one cares to read about how often I fold laundry.) And to find a hobby. Or read a book. Or something.....
That's all....
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